I was 20 years old, fresh faced and still at university when I first started talking to him. Charlie. He was the same age as me but more mature. More enticing all round.
We had arranged to meet one Sunday, nothing special about it, just a day we both happened to be free. How was I to know how special it would become?
He was on time. 11am on the dot. My heart leapt into my throat as I saw him. Tall, in jeans and a black shirt, giving me a grin. All I could manage was a giggle, knowing that under my black skirt there was nothing, and the strappy top I wore left little to the imagination.
We had texted before, most times ending in outrageous flirting and filthy pictures or words, but this was real. I felt myself burn up as he eyed me over.
As a 5'8" I was taller than the average girl, with full, large breasts and curved hips. I knew these were what he was staring at, and had to hold back a little whimper of lust. My hair, dyed red, hung round my face, framing its shape and casting shadow over my brown eyes. He was gorgeous with dark hair, piercing eyes and a voice that made me shudder.
At first it seemed innocent, just sitting on my bad, laughing and chatting. I was grinning about some comment he made when he looked at me seriously.
"Verity... " he didn't finish the sentence, just leaned in, brushing his lips over mine. I complied of course as I had liked this man for months. But it didn't stop there. I knew his one kink, to dominate entirely. And I would give myself to him so I simply nodded into the kiss.
Within seconds he had me laying on my back, my hands pinned above my head.
"Well aren't you a naughty girl?" He whispered into my ear, using his belt to tie up my hands. I don't even remember him taking it off. But his words and actions turned me on.
I groaned as he undid his jeans, sliding them off and pulled out his penis, "Make me hard whore," was his only demand.
I wriggled, "How? You tied up my hands?"
He said nothing in reply, just twisted my nipples through my top to punish me, and moved up my body until his dick was next to my mouth.
"Suck me you little bitch."
And I did. I had longed to have his cock in my mouth for so long that I opened up immediately, letting his soft member run over my lips, my tongue flicking the end. I heard him groan and begin to stiffen so I sucked harder, needing it.
"There's my good little slut." He moaned out, enjoying dominating me. I enjoyed it too, always having wanted someone like this. I could feel my pussy nearly dripping with excitement.
